Hi everyone. My mother was born in 1930, when she was 5 my grandparents lost their farm. They started working for a farmer about 20 miles away and moved into a workers house on the property. This house was near the barn, where they built a pig pen to raise their pork.
Several months after moving in the family started hearing someone walking on the tin roof over the living room of the house. Just the living room no where else in the house. The walking would start about dark and go on for hours. Grandpa would go out with a light and look but never saw anything.
After a couple weeks of the walking Grandpa ask the owner if the previous tenants had ever heard anything. He said no, but the last person who lived there just left without saying a word. The owner said he left everything and was never heard from again.
A little later when the hogs were being fed a bone was noticed in the pen. Grandpa picked it up and took it to town to get the doctor to look at it, the doc said it was a human leg bone. Grandpa took it to the sheriff to report it and was told to just forget it there wasn’t any thing he could do about it.
My grandpa went home, built a wooden box, gathered up all the bones he could find in the pig yard and put them in the box, and had a small funeral placing a cross on the grave. They lived in this house another 6 years and never heard the footsteps again.
The next place they lived was worse but I’ll have to hear that story again before I can tell it.
Thanks for all your great stories I enjoy reading them.
Sent in by Martha Swayze, Copyright 2010